She begrudged the cat,
who had nothing but nine lives—
thus, she chopped her soul
into facades of many;
her death, by a thousand cuts.
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Chimnonso. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
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I would like to translate this poem
Envy is the junior brother witch craft. Deadly....10. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH and leave your comments and rating
(smiles) You could say that. Thanks for your remark.